Black Moon — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Weight of the World
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Weight of the World » de Black Moon.
Paroles
Yeah, I know you can relate to this shit right here,
feelin like you got a lot of weight
Sometimes you wanna bomb never hesitate, bomb first,
hold ya head up yo, get up yo Got all these stressed out niggas with firearms
Prepare, get ready they about to bomb
First one hit usually an innocent civillian
Shot by the elevator dead up in the building
I’m illin' of the chill I got
Through my spine last night when I heard the shot
Took flight, cos I know that the Gods is right
Telling me you gonna make it when there’s hard in life
And the stripes that you gain through the streets is pain
No matter how many motherfuckers is slain
Hold your head son, maintain
Fuck getting the tumour in your brain
Mutherfuck the rumour that you on came (?)
Simple and plain, like piece of the pie
It’s the hustle to get yours, Nigga I can’t lie
I’m addicted to the high life, the wild life
Make the stress go by easy, when the bomb right
The weight of the world is on my shoulder
But, everyday I wake I find myself I’m getting bolder
As I annihilate, plus dominate
Thinking of ways to rise up, like a republican prominent
In the bomb state of thinking
Sometimes, life is like quicksand, if not watching your step
You end up sinkin
So pay close attention, don’t be blinkin'
Cos you might miss the entire point of the words that we speakin'
Holding the weight of the world (bomb first)
Holdin the weight on my shoulder (booya!)
The weight o' the world’s on my shoulder
I’m never gettin younger, only gettin older
As I, walk the streets with stress
Hold my head, cos the more I finesse
Tap the plate on my bullet proof vest, YES!
I’m strapped in tight,
Cos I feel like some shit gonna happen tonight
I been eyein' a lot of niggas, closin' up Eye on my jewellery, they frozen up (rock rock rock rock)
Wanna stick me why? How come?
Jealous cos my shit is sophis, I don’t fuck wit' none of them
Commercial rap get the Originno gunn clapp
Believe me, stress on my brain, roll a sack of that
Shit that’d make the devil dissolve
Holdin the world spinning on my shoulders wit' no prob
5 o' cock on the dot.
I, I’m up performing callisthenics
While the muslims are making salot (?)
And the Devil plots
The pressures of life got me rock
Plus my ambitions fired up, I just can’t stop
Been singing broke too long, time for a new song
Rest in peace to 2strong (?), cos reddaman is still new born
The world’s been warned
You get tooken out like a pawn in this game
Or get caught flashin' and flossin' at fame
But, trials and tribulations force me, to claim what’s mine
Plus blow mine, (mine!) meaning!
What I work and struggle hard for
To the end of my existence, yes I’ll die for
The rules and regulations, all God’s laws
Laying it down, under the ground
Until the surface hardcore
Pushin' to become a rich man once poor
Tell you to your face, you ain’t ready for the war
(rock rock rock rock)
Traduction des paroles
Rap Commercial obtenir L'Originno gunn clapp
Croyez-moi, le stress sur mon cerveau, rouler un sac de ce
Merde qui ferait dissoudre le diable
Holdin le monde qui tourne sur mes épaules sans problème
5 o ' coq sur le point.
Je, je suis jusqu'à l'exécution callisthenics
Alors que les musulmans font salot (?)
Et les complots du Diable
Les pressions de la vie m'ont fait rock
En plus de mes ambitions, Je ne peux pas m'arrêter
Chant brisé trop longtemps, le temps d'une nouvelle chanson
Repose en paix à 2strong (?), parce que reddaman est encore nouveau-né
Le monde a été averti
Vous obtenez prit comme un pion dans ce jeu
Ou se faire prendre flashin 'et flossin' à la gloire
Mais, les épreuves et les tribulations me forcent, à réclamer ce qui est à moi
Plus le coup de la mine, (le mien!) sens!
Ce que je travaille et lutte dur pour
Jusqu'à la fin de mon existence, Oui je vais mourir pour
Les règles et Règlements, toutes les lois de Dieu
La pose vers le bas, dans le sous-sol
Jusqu'à la surface hardcore
Pousser à devenir un homme riche une fois pauvre
Vous dire à votre visage, vous n'êtes pas prêt pour la guerre
(rock rock rock rock)